InsaneJournal

WHO: Annie and Archangel Michael
WHAT: The Hunter and the Angel.
WHERE: Second Street Deli, New York City.
WARNINGS: Neither Annie nor Michael mince words.

Betty had gotten her to her porch last night, and she didn't remember anything from then until this morning when she'd woken up on the couch. Daddy and Mom were nowhere to be found; the only living things she saw were Vesper and Roxy, curled up on each other in Roxy's bed in the hallway. It was probably good; she was quiet and just still sort of felt like thinking. But to think, she needed good food of a specific kind. For that, she had to go to New York.

She was in line now at Second Street, waiting for her pastrami sandwich and matzoh ball soup. Good thick comfort food.